I went to his funeral yesterday. It was difficult to say the least. Trying to say goodbye to someone so incredible.

After I picked up the boys from daycare and we came home to make supper. I waffled between wanting to go to my clinic and not wanting to go. I finally called John and reminded him it was clinic night so could he be home a bit early.

I went.

The talk was on 'goals'. I felt a little left out of the conversation and just generally out of it. I think it was more me than the people around me. I thought about maybe just running on the indoor track instead of going outside in the cold and trying to be social.

As we began heading out I ran into Doug and told him I didn't feel like running, that I'd just been to a funeral. He told be about coming to a clinic after his father's funeral and said I should try and get out there. So I did.

I went out with the 2:30's as I didn't want to push it. I ran behind the group leaders not really getting into their conversation. One of the group leaders fell behind to check on the back of the group and the other GL, Shelley, ran beside me. I told her about Rod and how sad I was. She told me about her friend who is battling cancer. We ran a pretty quick pace. About 6:38/km. My right leg was feeling tight but it was ok - we pushed on.

At the end of the run Shelley gave me a big hug and I went home.

I had been trying to eat well all day. Was a bit hungry when I came in the door so I ate some Kashi and Yogurt. Went up for a bath and suddenly I was dizzy and throwing up.

It felt good to run - but didn't to throw up.

Not long until my second half marathon. I was thinking about trying to come in under 2:22 but I think I would be happy again with anything in the 2:30 range. Doing two halves within a month of each other is a good enough goal for me :)